We are culpable in choosing speech, in choosing the form of collective memory. In a world that operates more through the violence of speed, discarding the concentration of intent, instinct demands that we speak with urgent brevity, through visible codes. The luxury of choosing what to speak of aligns us with stories we can profit from. We acquire social capital, pursue careerist motivations, by adapting the ’cause of the day’. Whose traumas do we adapt, in the accumulation of someone else’s memories? Who is left behind after rapid attention has dried?

The taste of language as it speaks truth is a bitter stone on a tongue that desires, needs water. Resistance is to insist on memory, in spite of the dominance of convenient narratives. It is to resist the traceless silence that is selective in its rupture. To give life again to worlds that we have left behind, that have departed from us, to give life again to words that have been at rest, exchanged for another form, another taste.